Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-07-03
IN THE COUNTRY.
Miss Featheredge Converses With Farmer
Curtis, Gets Some Important Informs
tion and Also Gets Her Feet Wei.

IN LIE
Miss Featheredge Converses With Farmer
Curtis, Gets Some Important Informs
tion and Also Gets Her Feet Wet.
PsRip III. Rdeh in Phct.
Miss Featheredge-0h, Mr.. Curtis, what
q lovely, dewy morning!
Farmer Curtis-Yes; them slippers Of
yours will ketch it.
Miss Featberedge-Why, the grass is
quite wet. Whatever makes the grass
wet, now?
Farmer Curtis-Why, the dew, to be
sure.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, but the dew
falls at night.
10 Farmer Curtis-Yes; it stays fallen, too,
till the sun dries it off next day.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, now, really!
But how clear and limpid the air is-hke
new wine.
Farmer Curtis-H'm. Did you ever
happen to see new wine?
Miss Featheredge-Really, now-1 am
not positive that / ever have.
Farmer Curtis-H'm. Well, it's about
the muddiest looking stuff you ever came
across.
Miss Featheredge-Is it, now, really?
You have a lovely farm here!
Farmer Curtis--H'm. Pretty fair for a
side-hill lay.
Miss Featheredge-And look, there
an ideal yeoman.
Farmer Curtis-0h, no; he's one of the
hands.
Miss Featheredge-So stalwart and grace
full
Farmer Curtis-That young Teller can
NOW a wider swsth than any man / ever
had
Miss Featheredge-Oh, l am sure Of it
"a perfect Hercules!
Farmer Curtis-Yes, an drink more
beer than any three ever had.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, what an icono-
clast you are, Mr.. Curtis!
Farmer Curtis-H'm; p'rhaps so.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, hut you are, you
know. Fancy that young Apollo drinking
beer!
Farmer Curtis-That's just what he can
do, every time.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, there are the
cows-where are they going?
Farmer Curtis-To be MIXED.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, may l 60 and see
them?
Farmer Curtis-Oh, yes; go right along.
Miss Featheredge-And here m the
milkmaid. Oh, I am so glad she is a milk
maid and not a milkman!
Farmer Curtis-She couldn't very we'll
be that.
Miss-Featheredge-I feel positively
grateful to you, Mr.. Curtis. 1t is all 80
delightfully."- rural and affecting-the gen.
tie COWS the fresh, young milkmaid-oh,
if she will only carry the milk pals on
her head it will simply he a picture!
Farmer Curtis-H'm, Elmiry III hardly
do that.
Miss Featheredge-I am so sorry. There
is something very calm and soothing
about a cow, | think; don't you, Mr..
Curtis.
Farmer Curtis-I don't know as it ever
struck me-
Miss Featheredge-That one now being
MIXED stands placidly chewing her cud,
content and philosophical.
Former Cuftis-HOld on, Elmir-.
There goes q good ten quarts!
Miss Featheredge-Oh, Mr.. Curtis, the
milkmaid-
Farmer Curtis-She amt hurt. She got
out of the way. She knows Brindle
through and through.
Miss Featheredge-But, Mr.. Cnrtis-an-
other shattered idol; she's cross-eyed, and
40, at least.
Farmer Curtis--Brindle?
Miss Observation-Disclosures.
Farmer Curtis-Nearer so; but she's
mighty useful. Brindle cuts up that
caper about once a week. III beef her
next winter. That's a fine young helier
yonder.
Miss Fcatheredge-Oh, yes, lovely! You
mean the one with dark spots.
Farmer CurtiS-lcs.
D. Miss Featheredge-And q heifer, | sup
pose, il a-a-he.cow.
Farmer Curtis-H'm. Well, no, not
exactly.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, where are all
those men going?
Farmer Curtis-Out in the fields to
NOV.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, are they? How
lovely! DO they sing?
Farmer Curtis-NOt that | know OF.
Miss Featheredge-Oh, ] fancy they do!
In the opera, you know, the mowers cho-
rus il so lovely
Farmer Curtis-H'm-I guess they don't
sing it out of the opera!
Miss Featheredge-Oh, and what is II
they NOW?
Farmer Curtis-Grassl
Miss Featheredge-Oh, is it now? |
fancied it was hay!
Farmer Curtis-H'm-it isn't hay till
it's moved and dried
Miss Feathercdge-Oh, yes, ] know |
have a bunch OF dried grasses at home
now
Farmer Curtis Yes!
Miss Featheredge-Oh, do promise me
that | shall have a ride on a hay-mow?
Farmer Curtis-H'm-you shall have a
ride!
Miss Featheredge-Thanks, awfully-
il will I've such an interesting experience
1 think I'll 90 in now; my feet are really
quite damp!
Farmer Curtis watching her go)-H'm,
damp! They're soaked White dress,
bronze slippers, and silk stockings for
walking over a farm before breakfast
HIM
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